Nothing Grows Well In The Shade Of

The Work Of Art Expresses Precisely Those Things Which Do Not Die. It Must Do So, However, In A Form That Bears Witness To The Artist's Own Era.

When You See A Fish You Don't Think Of Its Scales, Do You? You Think Of Its Speed, Its Floating, Flashing Body Seen Through The Water... If I Made Fins And Eyes And Scales, I Would Arrest Its Movement, Give A Pattern Or Shape Of Reality. I Want Just The Flash Of Its Spirit.

In Art, One Does Not Aim For Simplicity; One Achieves It Unintentionally As One Gets Closer To The Real Meaning Of Things.

Theories Are Patterns Without Value. What Counts Is Action.

Nothing Grows Well In The Shade Of A Big Tree.